The Present By Mahad M

Zzzzzz…“Honey, it's time to wake up!” calls my mum, Menace. “Okay mum! I’m coming!” I reply. “You haven’t gotten fresh air in weeks! Why not come outside and get some fresh air?” Mum calls back in response. “Okay I’m coming outside mum!” Well, I can’t do some things because I’m not a normal kid so, keep reading for more.

While my mum and I are out, my neighbour passes by to have a chat. I’m getting tired leaning on my crutches just waiting for the mum chatter to stop. I notice a guard dog slowly wake up and move towards us. This sends our neighbour running! My mum helps me move away and the guard dog becomes really angry and starts chasing us! We look for something close by to hide in and see our neighbour’s hut. We get in and lock the door. We are panting with fear and slump to the floor.

We look around and find a wooden crate at the edge of the door. My mum cautiously opens the crate as I shiver with fear. To our surprise, a humanoid robot pops out of the crate. The robot is of an absurd fashion (only to me) and it is 10 feet high.”Mum I know what you are thinking but, I don’t need this. It’s probably the neighbour’s robot.” I say. Just thinking about the robot makes me forget to hold my crutches and nearly fall down, but suddenly the robot extends his arms and catches me. It seems as if the robot is already on...or is it? Well, it must be. And here’s something unusual; the robot transforms into something like roller skates with arm supports it carries me and my arms don’t feel any real pressure. ”Okay, I guess I do need this robot,” I think to myself.

“We need to find a way out of this hut,” I say while searching for an escape route. I feel like I’m in a movie like Pokemon or Star Trek etc, saying that. Suddenly my humanoid robot punches a hole in the wall. Then another, and another. My humanoid robot keeps repeating the sequence until, there is a hole that is tall and wide enough to fit through. We decide to make a run for it and march quickly across the yard. Mum runs ahead and I am carried along by the robot who has a firm grip on me.

All of a sudden the guard dog corners us and barks really loudly. For a second I think I’m going to be injured really, really, really badly.  But the next second the robot records the barks and sends them back just more noisily. This makes the guard dog afraid and run away. We cheer “Hip, hip hooray!” and the robot takes me home.

Who would believe that a boy with cerebral palsy would move freely with the help of his best friend - Robot?